Gaia
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I am Osiris being ripped asunder. This explains all the pain that I’m under. And why The Mother is patiently waiting, To Humpty Dumpty me after I am through breaking.
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A link to a new poem I wrote about Our Mother
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Someone’s shaking Sophia. Better stop them quick. We can’t afford for her to awaken. We need this dream to stick. For how can we grow Without this realm? It happens rather slowly. And existence is all about growth, don’t you know? And everything in it is holy.
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MaryDivine Mother MaryI just cannot carryThese burdens I bear. ScaryThe world, it is scaryAnd I cannot buryThe wounds that I wear.
Musings of the Mad 